Laurel Of Roses Poem by Antonio Liao

lots of words
were to say and it settles down
in my conventional
way of saying, hello to a memory
of time that made everything
the sense of joy
to grow in the essence of
today


oh Laurel of Roses,
capture in the pendulum of
memories, spare as not like fumes
of incense that roar
like a nightingale persuasion
of endless passion
of heart that waits where
the honeycomb of your presence conquer our
day

you have always be the breathless
horizon of the past
that rejuvenates the desire to go, yet!
you have come
beyond the unfolding stay of time,
while we wait tell
the day gives Us the patience to remember,
now go placidly go and en kindle for the
night had just begun
gone

tell then we are here to be
awaken and forward
where you
lead us always to sleep on the bosom
tranquility of success,
be on your way and soon we will
be together again to a blooming life;
hold on
tell then farewell,
my friends...we have just begun